Jacques Brel - Desperate Ones (Les déspérés) lyrics

They hold each other's hand
They walk without a sound
Down forgotten streets
Their shadows kiss the ground
Their footsteps sing a song
That's ended before it's begun
They walk without a sound the desperate ones

Just like the tiptoe moth
They dance before the flame
They've burned their hearts so much
That death is just a name
And if love calls again
So foolishly they run
They run without a sound the desperate ones

I know the road they're on
I've walked their crooked mile
A hundred times or more
I drank their cup of bile
They watch their dreams go down
Behind the setting sun
They walk without a sound the desperate ones

And underneath the bridge
The waters sweet and deep
There is the journey's end
The land of endless sleep
They cry to us for help
We think it's all in fun
They cry without a sound the desperate ones

Let he who threw the stone at them
Stand up and take a bow
He knows the verb "to love"
But he'll never know how
On the bridge of nevermore
They disappear, one by one
Disappear without a sound the desperate ones